What sets you apart from other writers? I’d have to say it’s my unique voice and my life experiences. I’m not classically taught, heck I never even went to college, but I write from the heart.
Who are your favorite authors? Some of my other favorite authors are Sherylinn Kenyon, JA Konrath, and Jayne Ann Krentz.
We’re in a bar and I’m buying you a drink. What’ll it be? I’ll have a chocolate martini please.
What are you currently reading? I’m re-reading an old Jayne Castle romance.
What are your writing vices? I’m a procrastinator. I also tend to get so inside my characters heads that I want to do what they do and eat the same things they do.
If you could gift yourself one superpower, what would it be? I’d love to be able to fly.
How do you deal with rejection? Poorly. No seriously I pout for a bit and then tell myself it was for the best.
Where did the idea for your novel come from? It started from the opening line that came to me at work one day and wouldn’t let me go. As I went about my duties I loosely constructed a plot.
You’re stranded on a deserted island. What three items would you take? My kindle. My husband. And a big bottle of sun block.
What project(s) are you working on now? I’m working on Bayou Heat, a ménage erotic romance that I’m in love with. I hope my readers will feel the same way about it.
What would I find in your couch cushions? Loose coins mostly.
Do you ever encounter writers block? I have from time to time. Usually I can work through it but it’s been tougher lately because of chemo brain. I’m a five year breast cancer survivor and that took me down for a while. But now I feel like I’m writing better than ever.
Do you have a day job? Yes. I work in sales.
Is your writing based on real life experiences or is it all fictitious? It’s mostly fictitious but little bits of reality sometimes meld themselves with my dreams.
What does your main character think about you? Would he or she want to hang around you as their author? My main character Savanna Brown thinks I’m too much of a dreamer and a romantic and she wants me to stop it and concentrate on my career. The problem is she’s just the same way even though she doesn’t want to admit it. I think she would want to hang around me and we’d get along famously.
Who would play the starring role(s) if your book became a movie? June from the London Olympics opening ceremony. Wasn’t she cute.
If you’d like, provide an excerpt and/or back cover blurb:
Excerpt - Ride a Cowboy; Save a Horse
“You’re going to do what?”
Savanna Brown gazed at the mutinous expression on her cousin’s pretty mahogany face, willing her to understand. “Rafe's reputation is in shreds since I left. I need, deep in my soul, to set things right. Please try to understand, Raven, I have to go back.”
“Back into the lion's den.” Raven shook her head her dark curls shaking as she closed the door of her at her law office. “Listen to me, cuz. You'll be going on a fool's errand. You don't think the man will actually take you back with open arms after you deserted him on your wedding night three weeks ago do you?”
“Rafe's housekeeper is going on a long deserved vacation. I'm all set to fill in for her at the ranch.”
“So she's the one who's been feeding you all these gloom and doom stories about him.” Raven scowled. “It could be a set up you know.”
“No, Rafe's not that devious.” Savanna added sadly, “He can't even tell a decent white lie. That's how I found out that he doesn't really love me. He only married me because of my family connections.”
Raven shook her head. “You, a housekeeper? I can't picture it.”
Savanna shrugged. “How hard can it be? You mop a few floors, open a few cans. I should even have enough spare time to finish the series of endangered species photos I was working on. It's the best work I've ever done and my editor said it could lead to some prestigious work.”
“That's just an excuse, Savanna, and you know it. You aren't responsible for ruining the cowboy any more than your mother was responsible for ruining your father. That was all our grumpy old grandfather's imagination. You can't fix the past by doing this.”
“That's not why.” Savanna noted Raven’s disbelief and sighed. “Maybe that's part of it, but the plain truth is I love the hardheaded, stubborn cowboy and I can't see his life ruined.”
“Somebody’s sure in an all fired hurry, boss.”
Rafe leaned forward in his rocker. His fatigue after a long dusty day on the range melted as he watched the silver Jeep Cherokee kick up a plume of dust in its wake. It sped toward them down the long ranch driveway. “It's the wife.”
“Wife.” Zeke Taylor, his ranch foreman, made the word sound like a curse. “I can't believe she has the guts to show her face around here after hightailing it on your wedding night.”
Rafe noted the sour expression on Zeke's wizened face, but ignored it. This wasn't up for debate. “I want you to spread the word. She's to be treated with respect.”
“I don't get it. The woman runs roughshod over you and you're going to lay out the red carpet for her.”
“Don't worry about it, Zeke.” Rafe smiled, adding confidently, “I've got everything under control this time around.”
“What you plannin' to do, sweet talk her into sticking around this time?” Zeke scowled and spat on the ground.
Rafe shook his head, his jaw tightening. “No, it'll take more than sweet talk to bind a fierce saddle shy filly like Savanna to my side. Don't you worry, I've got her figured out and before she knows it I'll have her tied to my side.”
Zeke slowly got up from the creaky rocker, slapping his battered Stetson against his leg. “I hope you know what you're doing, boy.”
“So do I,” Rafe said softly as he watched Zeke stomp toward the bunk house. He had to make this work. His future depended on it.
The Jeep came to a halt amid a cloud of dust. The inevitability of the moment hit him hard. He never doubted that one day Savanna would return, and when she did he would be the one in control. But first, he planned to extract a little payback before they settled down to domestic bliss. Savanna got out of the jeep and Rafe swallowed the lump in his throat. Dying embers of the sun caught the red highlights in her tawny dark hair turning it to molten fire and made her mocha skin look like the finest silk.
As she walked toward him, Rafe admired her ethnic beauty anew struck by the confident way she moved. That was what had attracted him in the first place six short weeks ago when she'd come to the area to shoot a series on the Grand Teton wildlife.
Rafe noted the proud angle of her chin and the keen intelligence in her sparkling golden eyes, passed down from her gypsy mother he’d heard her say. Dealing with her was going to be a challenge. And oh, how he loved challenges. The first moment they met, he'd known he had to have her and he almost had until she ran off on their wedding night. Three weeks later he still wasn't sure what spooked her, but he knew the best way to treat a spooked filly was put blinders on her. Instead, Rafe put up a blinder of a small white lie. Sure it was true that there'd been unmerciful gossip, but he could take it. And yes, his expansion loan had been turned down but there were ways to keep from selling up.
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As a writer, it can be difficult to find enough time in the day to get everything done. Would you like to share your favorite ‘quick and easy’ recipe?
This recipe is actually low cal and super easy.
1 small package diet jello--any flavor
1 small carton yogurt--any flavor
1 cup boiling water
Mix sugar free jello with the boiling water to dissolve. Stir in yogurt. Chill until set and enjoy. It’s fun to try new flavor combinations. I got this recipe from watching Paula Deen of all people. You don’t usually associate her with low cal recipes but this one is yummy.
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